This question is very strange and abrupt, and even ordinary people will not say anything when they hear the other party ask themselves directly how their master is as a person, and they will not say anything if they directly draw their swords and face each other.

But Han Qiaozhi just chuckled lightly, and still replied: "The master is kind-hearted and treats everyone equally. ”

"Okay." Then Su Xing asked a direct question, "What about the Yuli Peak Lord?" ”

Han Qiaozhi paused for a moment and replied in a low voice, as if he was afraid that the Yu Li Peak Lord would hear it: "I don't know much about this, but once the master talked about the other party in his words, commenting on his innocence and wisdom. ”

Su Xing nodded, and Han Qiaozhi added: "Senior Sister Lin is just an ordinary disciple in Yu Li Peak, the last time you went to Yu Li Peak to give rain, did you suffer any trouble." ”

Su Xing nodded and shook his head again.

"If there is anything, just come to Yanhan Peak to find Qiaozhi, and I will stand up for you."

After chatting for a while, Han Qiaozhi didn't stay long and left.

After an hour, dusk gradually came, and Su Xing accidentally regained his clarity.

When Han Qiaozhi came just now, his brain was dizzy, and he seemed to have missed the opportunity to pass on the information to the other party. However, Pharmacist Wang specially came here to give a salute, and then stood not far away, which was not a deterrent.

If he directly or secretly transmitted a distress message to Han Qiaozhi, if he was discovered, it would cause unpredictable results.

Qiaozhi has left, and if you think about it again, it's just an afterthought. He is not an indecisive person who leaves the matter behind. The last scene before Han Qiaozhi's farewell today came to mind.

"Xixi, why are you so good to me?" Holding the Yanhan token, Su Xing asked ignorantly.

This is also an abrupt question, if it were usual, he would not be so direct.

However, Han Qiaozhi still didn't feel that it was wrong, Ruyu's face was a little peachy, but she still said generously:

"Because Brother Su is Qiaozhi's cherished friend."

Value.

One Lin Xixi, one Han Qiaozhi. Perhaps, in this life, I was really lucky to meet two friends worthy of friendship.

Retracting his thoughts, Su Xing sat in the courtyard and pasted the token on his forehead.

After more than half an hour, he put away the token, and the route to Yanhan Peak was already familiar to him.

Everything is just waiting for tomorrow.

......

The next day, the sky was overcast, and black clouds gathered and pressed down on the mountain.

Inside the wooden house on the mountainside of Higashiyama, the light is dim and the air is dull.

Su Xing opened his eyes, his face was a little pale, he was wearing dark underwear, and he had been lying on the bed for two or three quarters of an hour. His eyes stared blankly at the roof, his eyes occasionally turned, and there were two words sewn with needles and threads in many places inside the quilt.

Exercises.

But his gaze was only a glance, and his brain didn't even have the motivation to think about what it meant.

Lazy, sleepy, stagnant.

I just want to lie down forever.

It's just that....... It hurts......

The tearing pain, from waking up, has continued until now.

Su Xing groaned unconsciously—he didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain.

But still, with the pain on his body and the faint irritability in his heart, he barely gathered the strength to pull out his hand, and the long-sleeved underwear didn't know when it had been cut into short sleeves.

There was a slight itch in the forearm, and he glanced at it gently.

Exercises.

He looked at these two words, as if he couldn't remember what they were. But with instinctive curiosity and more obvious pain, he gained some strength and struggled to sit up.

Lift the covers.

He finally found the source of the pain: the dark underwear was oozing blood, not much blood, but it seemed to have been bleeding for a long time, and a few patches of blood on the white sheets were already dark red and black.

In the lower half of the body, there are many sore spots in the Dao, some of which are exposed, and some of which are oozing blood under the clothes.

or whole, or covered with blood or clothing.

The outline of the two words is faintly visible.

Exercises!

A creepy feeling came over me!

A flash of inspiration flashed eagerly and violently in my mind! Like a bolt from the blue!

The aura instantly began to run every day!

Fuso life surgery runs.

Call~

It was like an invisible wind blowing in my mind, blowing away the fog that shrouded the entire sea of knowledge.

Su Xing's eyes returned to calm and clear.

Fuso's aura began to be consciously invoked to heal the wounds around him. But some of the clothes have been glued to the flesh and blood, and have become one. Directly pulled hard, the clothes were torn apart, and the wound was torn again.

His brow furrowed slightly, but his face remained unchanged.

Compared with the fate of falling into the abyss forever, these pains are like mosquito bites.

Fortunately, the healing effect of Fuso's aura was miraculous, and the wound was not too deep, the blood stains stopped quickly, and the torn wound healed almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Su Xing recalled and sorted out the memories of the previous two days.

In order to prevent being more and more deeply influenced and controlled by the Xuankui behind today, so that he can't wake up. His arrangement yesterday can almost be described as blatant. In addition to the body, the slightly hidden corners of the house are full of the word "Gongfa".

But he deliberately wore black underwear, and the night was dark, so he only hoped that the other party failed to find the handwriting he left.

However, even if you find out, you may not know what that means.

About a quarter of an hour later, Su Xing saw that the wound was no longer bleeding, and directly changed his clothes, which were still the Lingzhifu standard clothes he wore on weekdays.

But he didn't wash his face, and his long black and shiny hair hadn't been cleaned for a few days.

From a cultivator's point of view, the whole person looked a little dirty and embarrassed, and he was no longer handsome as before.

However, Su Xing didn't care about this, pulled down the latch, and opened the door. The sky outside the house was gloomy, and there was no human figure in sight, and Wang Yaoshi and Ling Zhifu, who came to build the Hanchen Flower Medicine Field, should be at the foot of the mountain at this time.

It stands to reason that Su Xing should now apply to Pharmacist Wang as promised and leave Dongshan for Yuli Peak.

However, he is not a three-year-old child, and he did not pin his hopes that the other party would keep his promises, or be shocked by the power of the ethereal, distant Jindan real person.

What's more, Su Xing's rhetoric itself is deceitful.

I pinched the "Yanhan Peak" token in my sleeve.

The consciousness is condensed, and the aura gathers behind it. Gradually, Fuso's aura flickered with a faint green light, gushing out of the surface of his body.

Progressively...... I cover the whole sunflower pattern of the back completely!

.......

At the moment when the sunflower pattern behind Su Xing was completely covered.

An unknown room.

It was gloomy outside, the doors and windows were closed, and there were no candles, and there was no light, like an abyss that swallowed everything.

However, in the midst of this "abyss", there was a sudden low laugh of a woman who was infinitely charming and seemed to be able to arouse the deepest desires in people's hearts.

"The mark is gone...... Hehehe. ”

"Sure enough, I didn't disappoint the slave family...... It's not in vain that the slave pretends to be blind these few nights. ”

"Ah...... You're mine, and she won't let you. ”

The house soon fell into darkness and silence again.

I don't know how long it took before another moaning murmur sounded.

"How many years....... Someone ...... again."

Like joy, like sighing.

.......

In Dongshan, while Su Xing covered the Xuankui pattern behind him, in the house at the foot of the mountain, Wang Yaoshi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the mountainside.

His face was pale, and his eyes were a little numb. Slowly stood up from the ground, and in the process, a few drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Ahem...... Ahem. ”

Pharmacist Wang coughed weakly a few times, and there were a few red pills scattered on the table next to him, he picked one up casually and poured it into his mouth.

A little blood poured out of his pale face.

Glancing at the gloomy sky outside the window, he walked towards the door of the house.

When he reached the door, he stopped, muttered for a while, and took out two very dead porcelain vases from the storage bag.

A note is attached to each of the porcelain vases.

One is called "three more deaths".

One is called "Crow's Heart".

After hesitating for a moment, as if remembering something, he put away the black porcelain vase with "Three Watches Dead".

Open the porcelain vase with the word "Crow's Heart" on it and pour it onto your body.

Round green seeds spit out from the bottle, and the outer layer is densely packed with thin hooked claws, like Xanthus fruits, but they are much smaller than them, only the size of a grain of rice.

And his clothes also seem to be specially made, and if you look closely, there seems to be a thin layer of fluff on the outside.

The seeds are sprinkled with a special technique, and soon they stick to the body almost evenly, leaving nothing on the ground.

The blue robe around the body is the base, and the seeds are not obvious on the body.

After all this was done, he pushed open the door and walked towards the wooden house where Su Xing was on the mountainside of Dongshan.